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VOL. XV.
THE TWO VILLAGES.
' Over the river, on the hill,
* Lieth a village white and still;
All around it the forest trees
Shiver and whisper in the breeze;
' Over it sailing shadows go
•Of soaring hawk and screaming crow,
•■ And mountain grasses, low and sweet,
Grow in the middle of the street.
Over the river, under the hill.
Another village lieth still:
There I see in the cloudy night
Twinkling stars of household light.
Fires tbat gie&m from the smithy's door;
Mists tbat curl on the river shore;
And in tbe road no grasses grow.
For the wheels that hasten to and f ro.
In that village on the bill,
' Never is sound of smithy or mill;
The bouses are thatched with grass and
flowers.
Never a clock to toll the hours.
The marble doors are always shut,
You cannot enter in door or hut;
All the villagers He asleep;
Neither a grain to sow or reap;
Never in dreams to moan or sigh,
Silent and idle and low they lie.
In tbat village under the hill.
When ths night is starry and still,
Many a weary soul in prayer
Looks to the other village there.
And, weeping and sighing, longs to go
Up to that heme from this below;
Longs to sleep in the forest wild,
Whither have vanished wife and child.
And heareth, praying, this answer fall:
"Patience! that village shall hold ye all I"
—Rose Terry Cooke.
THE WOMAN IN BLACK,
KutztownJ Patriot,
■' DEVOTED TO THE !XfiB$im OF THE OOaflKnnTYT
OF THE OOMMUHITY.
$1.50 PES YEAH.
BY FREDERIC P. FOTTEB.
RAVELING recent-
W ]| ily from Chicago to
New York, I found
>- in the morning, upon
crawling out of my
beith, that the train
was standing stock
still. The porter
told me tbat it had
been standing thus for an hour and a
half, -while I had been sleeping the
sleep of the just.
"Freight train done wopsed up on de
track ahead," said tbe porter." "I
reckon we don' get out o' here under
anudder hour or two."
I dressed and peeped out, aud saw we
were alongside the platform of a country
station. I took a good breakfast in the
dining car, and then went out to stroll
up snd down the platform.
Presently I -went to the locomotive
and stopped to admire it. There is nothing much better to look at, for that
matter, than the locomotive of one of
these through express trains on the great
trunk lines. How it throbs as it stands,
straining with penttip power, as if impatient to leap away at fearful speed I
This one was hissing fiercely, while
the measured thud of the air purnp
sounded as if it might be the regular
breathing of a sleeping giant.
In the cab sat the engineer alone,
waiting. I stopped and gossiped with
him a moment about the engine. Then
I offered him a cigar, which he took
with thanks and asked me to come in.
I swung myself into his cab.
The engineer—a bright, pleasant -faced
man about forty years old—explained to
me the uses of the numerous valves aad
levers about him. They were all as
bright and shining as polish could make
them, for an engineer is as proud of his
engine as any housewife is of the neatness of her dwelling. I glanced at the
two shining steam-gages with the clock
between them, and then I noticed what
seemed to be an ordinary white moth,
mounted in a gilt frame, hanging against
the wall of the cab.
"Is that for ornament?'1 I asked,
pointing st the moth.
The engineer smiled. "Well, partly
for ornament," he said, "but a good
deal more for sentiment. I put that
moth there because it saved my life, and
the lives of two hundred and fifty people
as well."
"How in the world could an insect
save human lives?" I asked.
"Well, I'll tell you, if you want to
bear the story. I reckon there's time
enough before we're able to get out of
this."
I settled myself in the absent fireman's
seat, and prepared to listen.
"It wasn't such a long time ago," said
the engineer; "only" a year sgo last
spring, I was running this rery train,
and this rery engine—old 449. My fireman was Jim Meade—same fellow I've
got now. You can see him over there,
leaning up against the telegraph office.
"Jim's a good boy, but he is very
superstitious; believes in ghosts, dreams
snd warnings. I tised to laugh at his
fancies, but I don't make as much fun of
him as I did—aot since we saw the Woman in Black.
"We were scheduled to leave M—
about one o'clock in the morning, snd
to arrive in 8— at about six. On the
night when this thing took place a fearful storm ot wind and rain had been
raging since early evening, and was at
tha height of its fury when I started for
the round-house.
"It was about midnight, and the wind
seemed to sweep clear around and
through the building. It was terribly
dismal. Jim was there, end tbe engine
was all ready, so after getting my working clothes on, I ran the machine down
to the station. Our train, the Vestibule
Lin- te i, was aa hour late. I gave the
sag t e a thorough oiling, snd made sate
that ail was is order.
KUTZTOWN, BERKS CO., PA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 20, 1892.
NO. 957.
As we sat in the cab we could hear
the storm raging outside, while the rain
driven by the gust of wind, beat fiercely
against the windows.
" 'Ita going to be a ba d run, Frank,'
Jim said. -I wish we wew iQ 8_ Mfe
and sound."
"I laughed. 'What makes you so
terribly glum, Jim I' I asked.
" 'Oh,' said he, «I just feel creepy
somehow. Seems like there's somethin g
terrible going to happen. I can feel it
in my bones.'
"I laughed again. 'You got a little
wet coming over, I guess, Jim,' said I.
'And the sound of the wind isn't very
encouraging, that's a fact.'
"To tell the truth, I was a little nervous myself, notwithstanding my easy
way of treating Jim's notions.
'•Presently onr train came in, long
and heavy, consisting mainly of sleepers.
It used to make me nervous to know that
the lives of hundreds of my fellow-men
were in my keeping, but now I think
nothing of it. That night I was nervous. What if the frightful storm had
made a switchman careless, or if a rail
had been loosened by the settling of the
track somewhere? On these fast trains
a man must rely on the vigilance of the
employes; for in order to mtke schedule
time, he must run at such a speed that
often he cannot see a signal before he is
upon it.
"But I laughed at myself for my fears
as I backed down and coupled on to the
train. I nt the brakes and found everything in good order.
"By and by the little gong above my
head clanged sharply, and with a purl
and hiss of escaping steam we were off
into the night and storm, rattling ovf*
switches, past signal lights and betw ten
long lines of cars, till, with a roar and
rumble, we rushed over the long iron
bridge and away through the hills, waking their slumbering echoes with our
shrill whistle.
"Then I palled the throttle wide open,
and the clank and roar soon settled into
a hum, for old 449 was doing her best,
and we were making fifty miles an hour.
"The darkness was intense save where
the headlight, an electrical device, cast
its funnel of light into the gloom. Jim
had a hot fire, and kept steam up to a
high pressure, so that wc fairly flew on
past sleeping hamlets aad still farmhouses.
"At our first watering station I made
sure that all was working smoothly
while Jim inspected the headlight. The
operator handed out the orders, which
showed that the road was clear as far as
our next stopping place. On we went.
"Tbe darkness grew more intense, if
possible, while the wind shrieked by.
The rain became more blinding, till nothing could be distinguished in the gray
murk which enveloped us.
"Suddenly, through the mist and rain,
I saw, looming right before us, the gigantic figure of s woman wrapped In a long,
black mantle, which seemed to flutter in
the wind. She waved great spectral
arms about in swilt, twisting movements.
As I sat, looking in horror, the figure
vanished with a final wave of her arms.
"I was too much astonished and stupefied even to make a move of my hand
toward the throttle. At that moment
Jim had been bendiag over the fire. As
he looked up he exclaimed.
" 'Hullo, Frank, what's up? You look
as if you had seen a ghost.'
"I did not answer. My mind was too
full of that strange figure I had seen.
"We were now nearins Rock Creek,
where there is a trestle over a deep stream.
I felt more nervous jyhan ever.
"We dashed around the curve and
whirred by Rock Creek Station, which
is only a mile from the trestle. As we
passed I glanced at the steam gage for
aa instant.
"A cry from Jim caused me to turn
quickly toward him. He sst rigid, his
eyes large snd staring, his jaw dropped,
the very picture of terror.
"He pointed with a shaking finger out
into the darkness. I turned and looked,
and then I began to shake myself.
"There, on the track, was tho same
hideous figure of a woman, outlined on
the background of light from the engine, now motionless, now whirling in a
witch dance, but all the time motioning
us back.
" 'Prank,' gasped Jim, but scarcely
above a whisper, 'don't go over that
trestle! Don't go, for heaven's sake!
Don't go till you're sure it's safe.'
"I suppose I was pretty badly scared.
At any rate, I put on the air-brake for
all I was worth. I couldn't have resisted
the impulse to stop the train.
"As we came to a stop I could hesr
the roar of the water ia Bock Creek
right ahead. I stepped out of the cab,
and met tbe conductor coming up.
" 'What's the matter? What's the matter!' he asked, impatiently.
•«I felt decidedly fooHsh. There was
no gigantic woaMa to be seen now.
Nothing could be made out more than a
few feet away ia the blinding storm.
•••Well,' etid h 'we've -*80 something, I don* kw»w what it ia-nemed
like it was a great black ghost—that was
waviag its arms aad warning us not to
go forward.'
"The ootrdaotor looked at me curiously. -Are yea craay, Freakl" he said. -I
should think yoa ■*» Bot wV,t **
new the trestle we'll take a look at it.'
**We too* om h0mm P* ****
ahead, leaving Jim with the engine. He
looked scared all over. But I tell yoo
we hadn't gone five rods before we
stopped in horror.
"There at our feet lay a black chasm,
filled with the roar of the river, as
swollen with the spring rains it dashed
down toward the lake. The bridge waa
washed away 1
"Only a few splinters of wood and
twisted iron clung to the abutment,
while now, far out over the blackness,
that awful black figure of a woman
danced again on the thin air, relieved
against the shaft of light that the headlight threw.
"It was flinging its arms about as if
in wild glee.
"The conductor stared at the chasm
and then at me.
" 'Was that the thing you saw when
you stopped the train?' he asked.
" 'Yes.'
" 'Well, it's something more than
luck that saved us to-night, Frank.'
"We went back slowly to the train,
feeling very queer, and thankful, too, I
can assure you. Several of the passengers had come running forward by
this time. Among them was a young
fellow from Chicago, about eighteen
years old, who was smarter than the
whole of us. as it turned out.
"When this boy saw the Woman in
Black, he turned and looked at the
locomotive headlight. Then he ran up
toward it. I looked at it as he did so.
I saw a peculiar spot on the glass.
" 'There's your woman in black I' said
the Chicago boy.
"And there it was, sure enough—that
same moth miller that you see there iu
that frame. He was clinging to the inside of the glass. As I tapped on tbe
glass, the creature flew back and lighted
on the reflector.
"That's the whole story, sir. The
moth, by fluttering on the glass just in
front of the electric illuminator, had produced a great black shadow, like that of
a cloaked woman, on the darkness in
front of us; and when he flopped his
wings in his vain attempt to sail out
through the glass, he gave his mysterious shadow the look of waving its arms
wildly.
"Then when he flew back out of the
direct shine of the light, the figure disappeared, of course.
"We never anew just how he got in
there, but no doubt it happened when
Jim went to fix the light at the pumping station.
"Anyhow, he saved our lives by scaring us with thai Womsn in Black.
"So you see why I keep the moth in
the frame. It's to remind me of the
way we were saved that night. Yes, you
might call it accidental, but I call it
providential."
"All aboard," called the conductor of
the limited, coming out of the telegraph
office with a paper in his hand.
Jim, the fireman, ran and jumped into
the cab as I stepped down to go back to
my car.—Youth's Companion.
The Carbuncle is Rare and Precious.
One of the rarest and most precious
stones is the carbuncle, which is sometimes confounded with the ruby, from
which it differs by the intensity of its
fires, produced by au internal lustre of
gold, while under the purple of the ruby
there only appear dottings of azure or
lacquer. Ethiopia produced the most
precious ancient carbuncles. The Chaldeans regarded this stone as a powerful
talisman. Legend makes the eyes of
dragons out of carbuncle. Oarcias ab
Horto, physician of one of the Viceroys
of India, speaks of carbuncles which he
saw in the palace of that prince which
were so extraordinary in their brilliancy
that they seemed "Like red-hot coals in
the midst of darkness." Louis Verto-
man reports that the King of Pegu wore
an enormous one, which at night seemed
lighted up with sun beams. The virtues of the carbuncle are resistance to
fire, preservation of the eyes, promotion
of pleasant dreams, creation of happy
illusions and an antidote against impure
air.—Bostcn Transcript.
MALTA
Animals' Eyes Flag Trains.
"Yes, we have a good deal of experience with wild animals," remarked an
engineer, "but not so thrilling as that of
the engineers on Western roads when
the buffalo was common on the plains.
But there is enough still left of wild animal life to make it interesting. The
eyes of the wolf, coyote, wildcat, jack-
rabbit, polecat and other animals look
like a red light when facing the headlight.
Did not these animals quickly undeceive
us by turning their heads, an engineer
might think his train was being flagged
and step his engine. The wolf, wildcat and coyote are quick aad jump from
the track, but the jackrabbit is leas fortunate. The headlight has a strange fascination for this animal and often it is
killed."—Denver News.
Hs Feels the Gearing Stern.
There is a man in Springfield, Ohio,
named Burnett, who is said to feel the
approach of a storm some hoars before
it arrives. Recently just before a tornado struck the city, Burnett declared
that it was coming, and that it would ba
specially violent, doing considerable
damage. He claims to have predicted
many other storms.--New Orleans Picayune.
i. FAMOUS LITTLE ISLAND AND
ITS INTERESTING PEOPLE.
A Handsome and. Ingenious Race—
' A Mixejd Lantnage — Curious
Marriage and Funeral Customs—Knights of Malta.
F the average pupil of
the present school
generation should ba
asked for what products the little Island
of Malta is famed,
the answer would be
given without hesitancy, * 'Maltese cats,"
and at that point his
knowledge, or rather
his ignorance, would
cease. But there
is no lexicographer
^^^^^^ who could add to this
Dit of information. A search of the
records of the cat does not include more
.han a mere mention of the favorite blue
Malta. The annals of Malta tell us of
ihe Maltese dog, an originally wild type,
which still exists oa the island, but in a
iomesticated state. These were men- j
;ioned by ancient writers and were even
'ound in sculpture, but of the Maltese
■at not a word seems to have been mentioned by either old or modern writers.
The Knights of Malta readily occur to
as, and of these we find sufficient fame,
oequeathed in the quaint records of their
military and social prowess.
Another product comes to mind to familiarize Malta to us. The first Guipure
[ace ever made was manufactured on that
little island, and there was a time whea
Malta lace was highly prized, the patterns
being of classical form and the strong
round thread and open mesh something
that defied imitation. In 1863 a lady of
rank living on the island possessed aa {
ancient Greek quilt made of a peculiar
lace design. An old lace maker named
Madonna Ciglia copied it, and then, having perfected themselves in the art, tha
Ciglia family began the manufacture of
both black and white Guipure. The lace
makers of Auvergne hastened to copy it,
and made great fortunes out of the fine
Guipures originated at Malta. The
material used for the black Maltese lace
was the Barcelona silk, which is used ia
-jld her husband will be ia do-
in to ber, so this mischance is
jly avoided.
„__jir mourning customs are also full
Of interest, and most impressive. Women
of death, called Neuicha, hired for tbe
MALTESE WOMAN.
occasion, go about singing plaintive
dirges and chanting moral songs. They
wear long black cloaks and their faces
•re covered. There is much eating and
drinking combined with the mourning,
but it is all symbolical of the occasion.
Formerly all horses used by the deceased
were deprived of their tails. Mortuary
cakes were given to the friends with
boiled wheat, an ancient custom of the
Egyptians. A pillow of laurel and
orange leaves was interred in the grave
as an expiation for sin. A carpet was
also spread over the spot to prevent any
one from walking over it, a custom refined enough to be used by more cultivated people.
Like the Romans, the Maltese divide
their year into fortunate and unfortunate
days. The original people of the island
will never marry during the month of
May.
|* The capital of Malta, Valetta, was established in 1566 by John D. Valetta,
Grand Master of St. John of Jerusalem,
TALETTA, ISI.AKD OF MALTA.
Catalonia for the mantillas of the noble
Spanish senoritas. The illustration represents a rare piece of
Maltese lace, whicu
was worn upon the
ecclesiastical robe of
Iiugues Lonbeux de
Verdale.the Cardinal
and Grand Master of
the Knights of Malta,
who died in 1595.
The lace is copied
from a cast of his __^_^^_^^_
tomb, which mag- a Maltese tomb.
nificent monument to his memory is
erected in the Church of bt. Joha st
Malta. The arabesque pattern of the
Maltese lace fits it especially for sacred-
otal use.
Malta is at this time and tide in the
affairs of the world far from being a
barbarous island. But the story of the
New Testament recurs naturally to every
traveler who stops at the solid little
fortress of the se.i, with its limestone
walls and terraced shores where the
population is made up of Greek and
Gentile, Hebrew, Turk and Arab, and
the native fisherman, in his goatskin
dress, with sailors and soldiers from all
the ports coming and going. There is a
population of 154,892, exclusive of
British troops and their families; 24,000
are English and foreigners. It is said
that there is a daily attendance of
pupils at the different schools which
numbers some 3000. The arts and
trades are all well represented. Taere
are twenty-two villages for the use of
the artisans and their families. Much
native filagree jewel-work finds its way
to foreign markets.
The Maltese arc an industrious and
ingenious race. The men and women
are handsome, well-formed and with the
easy grace of carriage which belongs to
the Orientals. Tbe women have small
hands and feet, black eyes, only one of
which is visible, the other being hidden
under the folds of the faldetta, a mantle
they wear.
The Maltese language being a mixture
of all languages, cannot be defined. It
is full of metaphor, of rare old proverbs
and animated expressions. They are
dependent upon Italy for their literature,
their own being of the scantiest description.
Marriages in Malta are usually arranged between the young people by
parents. Tbe native customs are very
interesting, music, flowers and sweets
being prominent in the ceremonies. The
mothers of the contracting parties meet
to brew a concoction of anise-seed,
honey, and other aromatic plants, with
which they anoint the bride's lips to
make her discreet and submissive. Her
husband then presents her with a betrothal ring upon which two clasped
hands, signifying fidelity, are engraved,
and as large an assortment of other jewelry as his station ia life will allow, while
she bestows upon him a lace handkerchief, tied with ribbons, symbolical ot
purity and chastity. At the marriage
there is a general feasting and rejoicing.
Bells are rung, singers and street musicians announce the coming of the pair,
aad baskets of confectionery are
distributed among the crowd. The
ceremony lasts several hours.
As the young couple eater the
house on their return, attendants drop
grain and small coin upon their heads to
insure their being rich and fruitful. One
of tbe superstitions of the Maltese k tha
belief that if the bride fintstafaovar the
and until the island passed into the
hands of the British, it was under the
rule of the Knights of Malta, an organization as famous for its military and civic nils, as the successions of the order,
the Knights Templar, are for their devotion to peace and social success. Four
hundred of these chivalric men are buried on the island in tbe crypts of St.
John's Church. The Maltese cross, a
sacred emblem of the Knights Templar,
originated with them as a badge of
honor.
A peculiarity of Malta floriculture is
the poetic fact that the garden .oil of the
island is brought from Sicily. The
roses that grow in it are so fine as to
have deserved mention by Cicero. Those
famous roses are made into cushions for
use at garden fetes. The gardens themselves are hidden from the unfriendly
eye of strangers by terraces and high
walls of limestone, but their presence
can be perceived at a long distance by
the scent they give to the winds.
ceccrceeceeeo «_•_
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MALTESE LACE.
Palms and cacti grow profusely,
oranges and other tropical fruits are
found there, and there are curious marine plants that are indigenous to that
shore which had the honor of giving
birth to Veuus. But the sirocco makes
life unbearable with its hot, stinging
breath, and the yellow cliffs whicn
merged into a pallid rosiness of color
when the sun goes down, afflict the traveler with ophthalmia, and St. Paul's
viper and greeen lizard hide in the flowers as they did in apostolic days. But
perhaps these are the very things that
attract the curious to the ''little military
hot-house," as Byron spitefully called it
in Napoleonic days.
Milking by Machlarry.
Numerous arrangements have been sug -
-rested for lessening^the labor of milking,
but the latest product of inventive genius
In this direction is shown in the accompanying illustration. The device was
shown in operation at the recent Agricultural Show held in England, where
it attracted considerable attention on account of its novel features.
In this machine all four of the teats
are milked simultaneously by two pairs
of elastic and feathering roller segments,
having rocking, approaching and receding movements. The teats are squeezed
from the upper ends down to the bottom and while one pair of rollers approach each other, squeezing the teats
on the right side, the pair on the left
side recede.
The machine rests in a self-adjusting
frame, suspended on tbe cow, and is not
affected by any movements that may be
made by the animal during the milking.
The operator turns a handle situated at
arm's length from the right side of the
cow, and connected with the main shaft
by a flat link chain. The milk flows
through a funnel into the milk-can, and
the operator is thus able to see when the
cow is milked clean—tbat is, when no
more milk flows. It is claimed that the
machine will make milking a cleaner and
easier work, and, as it does not require
auy special training, aoy person will bo
able, after a little practice, to milk a
large" number of cows quicker and better
tban trained milkers by hani. From
RKV. DR. TAL.UAGE.
Elizabeth Wore aa Amulet.
Queen Elizabeth, during ber last ill >
ness, wore around her neck a charm made
of gold which had been bequeathed her
by an old woman in Wales who declare 1
that so long as the queen wore it she
would never be ill. The amulet, as was
generally the case, proved of no avail;
and Elizabeth, notwithstanding her faith
ia the charm, not only sickened, but
died. During the plague in London,
people wore amulets to keep off the dread
destroyer. Amulets of arsenic were worn
aaar the heart. Quills of quick aU*er
were hung around the neck, end also ihe
powder of toads.--Detroit Free Press.
A Jelly Palace for the World's Fair.
The women of California are going to
build a jelly palace at the fair—not a
shivering, unsteady structure like a uew
custard pie, but a solid building, with
sides of glasses full of jelly, says the
Chicago Times. These glasses will be
of transparent and of rainbow hues.
The building will be thirty-one feet
high, surmounted by a glass ball, two
feet, in diameter, full of jelly. The four
arched entrances will form a shrino
twelve feet square. The frame of ths
structure will be the lightest possible
steel. It will carry plate glass shelves
its entire height. On these shelves the
bottles containg jelly of every color will
be arranged. Some of them will be set
upright and others horizontally, accord-
Some bachelors ia Anderson, lad.,
have formed aa organisation called the
"Brotherhood , of United MaVtnntoaial
Seekers,"
The German aad Austrian Alpine
Society has erected 41t taverns ia the
mountains where attsdaati eaa board at
ndueed rates. • -
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S
DAY SERMON.
SUN-
Snbject: "Useful Suffering,"
Taxr: "it behoved Christ to suffer."—
Luke xxiv., 4r>.
There have been scholars who have ventured the assertion that the pains of our
Lord were unnecessary. Indeed it was a
shocking waste of tears and blood and agony, unless some great eni were to be
reached. If men can prove that no good result comes of it, then the character of Got
is impeached, and the universe must stand
abhorent aud denunciatory at the fact that
the Father allowed the butchery of His only
begotten Son.
We all admire the brave six hundred men
described by Tennyson as dashing into the
conflict when they knew they must die, and
knew at the same time that "some one had
blunder'd ;*■ but we are abhorrent of the man
who made tbe blunder and who caused the
sacrifice of those brave men for no use. But
I shall show you, if the Lord will help me,
this morning that for good reasons Christ
went through the torture. In other words,
"It behooved Christ to suffer."
In the first place, I remark that Christ's
lacerations were necessary, because man's
rescue was an impossibility except by the
payment of some great sacrifice. Outraged
law had thundered against iniquity. Man
must die unless a substitute can intercept
that death. Let Gabriel step forth. He refuses. Let Michael the archangel step forth.
He refuses. No Roman citizsn, no Athenian, no Corinthian, no reformer, no angel
volunteered. Christ then bared His heart to
the pang. He paid for our redemption in
tears and blood and wounded feet and
scourged shoulders and torn brow. "It is
rinma ■ Heaven and earth heard the snap of
practical experiment, cows appear to like
tbe process, and keep perfectly quiet
during the operation.—St. Louis Republic.
A f urions Funeral Custom iu Ciiile.
In this queer country, says a letter
from Valparaiso, Chile, there is a funny
side even to funerals. The other day a
sound of music attracted me to the window, and what do you think I saw?
A mahogany-hued peon (peasant), carrying on his head and outstretched hands
a plank about five feet long and on the
p'.ank a dead child. The little corpse
was that of a girl, apparently about lire
years old. It was attired in a short
frock of red calico, the legs encased in
coarse white hose; no shoes, tbe jet-
black hair smoothly braided and crowned
by a jaunty wreath of paper roses and
the cheeks horribly daubed with vermilion to simulate tbe hue of health.
The plank-bearer was closely followed
by two women, evidently the mother
and grandmother of the deceased, and 1
they walked with an air of conscious
importance, as becomes those who have
furnished otra angeleta ("another little
angel," as here a dead child is universally called), to swell the heavenly host.
Behind the women marched two men,
playing with might and main, one on a
fiddle, the other on a guitar, each intent
on a tune of his own regardless of the
other's performance: and the rear was
brought up by a dozen or more laugh
ing and chattering men, women and
children, most of whom gave indubitable
evidence of unwise generosity on
somebody's part in the way of ohicha,
the Chilean low-class intoxicant.
They were on the way to the Pantheno
to inter the "little angel" ever whom
they had been dancing and drinking for
several days, and which possibly had
beeu loaned once or twice in the raeau
time to friends who had not been so for
tunate as to have a corpse in the family.
Among the more degraded class of
Chileans it is the general custom to make
death an excuse for orgies wild and ridiculous, and the body, especially of a
child, is sometimes kept for festive purposes until it becomes offensive to people passing the house.
TBE .TELLT PALACE.
ing to the effects to be produeed. Iu
tbe decoration of this novel palace 2611
glasses, 2\ inches in diameter, will ot
tr-ed, 966 four inches in diameter, and
1048 of assorted sizes, making a total ol
1688.
The women estimate that this palace
will cost $2400, of which $1000 will be
for the steel frame.
Nearly every European prince and
pi inceling has a musical accouiplishment
of some sort,
done." ^
the prison bar. Sinai ceased to quake with
wrath the moment that Calvary began to
rock in crucifixion. Christ had suffered.
"Oh," says some man, "I don't like that
doctrine of suostitution; let every man
bear his ewn burdens, and weep his own
tears, and fight his own battles!" Why, my
brother, there is vicarious suffering all over
the world. Did not your parents suffer for
you? Do you not sometimes suffer tor your
children? Does not the patriot suffer for
his country? Did not Grace Darling suffer
for the drowning sailors? Vicarious suffering on all sides 1 But how insignificant compared with this scene of vicarious suffering 1
Was it for crimes that I hal dons
He groaned upon tho tree?
Amazing pay, «race unknown.
And love beyond degree.
Christ must suffer to pay the price of our
redemption.
But I remarK again, the sufferings of
Christ were necessary in order that the
world's sympathies might be aroused. Men
are won to tne right and good through their
sympathies. 1'he world must feel aright
before it can act aright. So the cross was
allowed to be lifted that the world's sympathies might be aroused. Men who have
been obdurated by the cruelties they have
enacted, tbe massacres they have inflicted,
by the horrors of .which' they have been
guilty, have become little children in the
presence of this dying Saviour.
What the swords could not do, what Juggernauts could not subdue, the wounded
hand of Christ has accomplished. There
are this moment millions ot people held under tbe spell of that one sacrifice. The hammers that struck the spikes into the cross
have broken the rocky heart of the world.
Nothing but the agonies ot a Saviour's death
turoe could rouse the world's sympathies.
I remark again, ''It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the strength and persistence of
the divine love might be demonstrated. Was
it the applause ot the world that induce 1
Christ on that crusade from Heaven? Why,
all the universe was at His feet. Could the
conquest of this insignificant planet have
paia Him for His career of pain if it had
been a mere matter ot applause? All the
honors ot heaven surging at His feet.
Would your queen give up her throne tbat
she might rute a miserable tribe in Africa?
Wouiu the Lord Jesus Christ on the throne
of the universe come down to our planet if
it were a mere matter of applause and acclamation?
Nor was it an expedition undertaken for
the accumulation of vast wealth. What
could all the harvests and the diamonds of
our little world do for Him whose are the
glories of infinitu le and eternity? Nor was
it an experiment—an attempt to show what
He could do with the hard hearted race. He
who wheels the stars in their courses and
holds the pillars of the universe on the tips
of His fingers neede 1 to make no experiment
to find what He could do. Ob, I will tell
you, my friends, what it was. It was undisguised, unlimited, all conquering, all consuming, infinite, eternal, omnipotent love
that opened the gdte, that started the
ster in the east, with finger of light
pointing down to the manager, that arrayed
the Christmas choir above Bethlehem, that
opened the stable door whore Christ was
born, that lifted Him on the crocs. Love
thirsty at the well. Love at the sick man's
couch. Love at the cripple's crutch. Love
sweating in the garden. Love dying on the
cross. Love wrapped in the grave. You
cannot mistake it. The blindest eye must
see it. The hardest heart must feel it. The
deafest ear must hear it. Parable and
miracle, wayside talk and seaside interview,
all the scenes of His life, all the sufferings of
His death, proving beyond controversy that
for our ingrate earth God has yearned with
stupendous and inextinguishable love.
But I remark again, "It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the nature of human guilt
might be demonstrated. There is not a com
mon sense man in the house to-day that will
not admit that the machinery ot society it
out ot gear, that the human mind and the
human heart are disorganised, that some
thing ought to be done right away for fts re
pair and readjustment. But the height and
depth and length and breadth and hate aad
recklessness and infernal energy of the
human heart for sin would not have been
demonstrated if against the holy and innocent one ef the cross it bad not been hurled
in one bolt of fire.
Christ was not the first man that had been
put to death. There had been many before
Him put to death, but they had their whims,
the r follies, their tins, their inconsistencies.
But when the mob outside of Jerusalem
howled at the Son of God it was hate against
goodness, it wa. blasphemy against virtue,
it was earth against heaven. What waa it
in that innocent and loving face of Christ
that excited the vituperation and the contumely and scorn of men? It He had bantered them to come on, if He had laughed
them into derision, if He had denounced
them as the vagabonds that they were, we
could understand their ferocity, but it was
against inoffensiveness that they brandished
tbeir spears, and shook their fists, and ground
their taeth, and howled and scoffed and
jeered and mocked.
What evil had He done? Whose eyesight
had He put out? None; but He frjvea vision
to the blind. Whose child had Ha slain?
None; but He restored the dead damsel to
her mother. What law had He broken?
None; but He had inculcated obedience to
government. What fool plot bad He enacted against the happiness of the race?
None; He had come to save a world. Ths
only cruelty He ever enacted waa to heal the
sick. The only ostentation He aver displayed waa to sit with publicans aad sinners
and wash the disciples' feet.
The only selfishness He ever exhibited
was to give His life for HI* enemies. And
yet all the wrath of tbe world surged
against Bis holy heart, Hear the redact
scorn of the world hissing in the pootsof
a t aviour's blood i And standing there today let us see what an unreasonable, loathsome, hateful, blasting, damning thing is
the iniquity of the human heart. Unloosed,
what will not sin do? It will seats aay
height, it will fathom the very depth of hell,
it will revel la all lascivic^sness. There is
no blasphemy it will not attar, there are no
cruelties on which it will not gorge itself. It
will wallow in filth, it will breathe the air of
charnelhonses of corruption aad call the-n
aroma, it will quaff the blood of immortal
souls aad call it nectar.
When sin murdered Christ on the cross it
showed what it would do with the Lord God
Almighty if It could nt at Him. Ths
prophet had declared—I think it was Jeremiah—had declared centuries before the
truth, bat not until sin shot oat its forked
tongue at the crucifix and tossed Its sUna
into the seal of e -awartyrsd Jesus was it it
lustra ted, that "the heart is deceitful above
all things, add desperately srioked."
Again, "It behoved Christ to su ffer,"
that our affections might be excited Christ-
ward. Why, sirs, the behavior of our Lord
has stirred tbe affections of all those who
have ever heard of It. It has been the art
galleries of the world with such pictures aa
Uhirlandaio's "Worship of the Magi," Giotto's "Baptism of Christ," Holmaa Hunt's
"Christ in the Temple," Tintorec's "Agonv
in the Garden," Angelo's *'Crucifixion,"
aad it has called out Handel's Messiah," and
rung sweetest chimes in Young's "Night
Thoughts," and filled the psalmody of the
world with the penitential notes ot sorrow
and the bosannas of Christian triumph.
Show me any other king who has so
many suojects. wnat is the most potent
name to-day in the United States, in France,
in England, in Scotland, in Ireland? Jesus.
Other kings have had many subjects, but
where is the king who has so many admiring subjects as Christ? Show me a regiment of a thousand men in their army and
I will show you a battalion of ten thousand
men in Christ's army.
Show me tn historv where one man ii««
given ms property and his life tor any one
else, aud 1 will show you in history hundreds and thousands ot men who have cheerfully died that Christ might reign. Aye,
there are a hundred men in this house who,
if need were, would step out and die for
Jesus. Their faith may now seem to be
faint, and sometimes they may be inconsistent, but let the fires of martyrdom be kindled, throw them into tbe pit, cover them
with poisonous serpents, pound them, flail
them, crush them, and 1 will tell you what
their last cry would be, "Come, Lord Jesus,
come quickly!"
Ob, yesl the Lord Jesus has won the affections ot many ot us. There are some of ui
who can say this morning, "Lord Jesus, my
light and my song; my hope for time, my
expectation for eternity." Altogether lovely
Thou art. My soul is ravished with the
vision. Thou art mine. Come let me clasp
Thee, Come life, come death, com* scorn
and pain, come wtiiriwrart' aua darkness.
Lord Jesus. I cannot give Thee up. I have
heard Thy voice. 1 have seen Tby bleeding
side. Lord Jesus, if I had some garland
plucked from heavenly gardens I would
wreath it for Thy brow. It I bad some
fern worthy ot the place I would set it in
'by crown. If I had seraphic barp I would
strike it in Thy praise. But I come lost and
ruined and undone to throw myself at Thy
feet.
Mo pries I bring:
Simply to Thy cross I cling.
Thou knowest all things. Thou knowest
that I love Thee.
But I remark again, "It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the world mi-rht learn how to
suffer. Sometimes people sufTer beciu-w
they cannot help themselves, but Christ had
in His hands all tha weapon l to punish HW
enemies, and yet in quie-iueiica H* en tui'-vl
all outrage. He might h^ve burled tho
rocks of Goleotha u-x>a Hit pursuers; H'i
might have cleft thi ea.-ch until H* swallowed up His assailants; Ha might hav.»
called in reinforcement or taken any thunderbolt from the armory of G k1 Omnipotent
and hurlei it seething and fiery among His
foes, but He answer* t not again.
Oh, my hearers! bas there ever been in
the history of the world such an exa nple of
enduring patience as we find in th9 cross?
Some of you suffer physical distresses, sane
of you have lifeloug ailments and th-y make
vou fretful. Sonetim?s you think that Gid
bas given you a cup too de?p and toi brimming. Sometimes you see thi world laughing and romping on the highways of life.
and you look out of the win tow while seated
in invalid's chair.
I want to show you this morning one who
had worse pains in the hea I titan you have
ever had, whose back was scourg.nl, who
was wounded in the hands an 1 wounded in
the feet, and suffered all over; and I want
that example to make you more enduring in
your suffering, and to make you say,
"Father, not My will but Thine be done."
You never have had any bodily pain, anil
you will never have any b idily pain that
equaled Christ's torture. "It behoved Christ
to suffer," that He might show you how
physically to suffer.
Some of you are persecuted. There are
those who hate you. They criticise you.
They wouid be glad to see you stumble and
fall. They have done unaccountable meannesses toward you. Sometimes you feel
angry. You feel ss if you would like to retort. Stop! Look at the ciosedlips, look at
the still hand, look at the beautiful demeanor
of your Lord. Struck, not striking back:
again. Ob, if you could only appreciate
what He endured in the way ot persecution
you never would complain of persecution.
The words of Christ would be your words,
"Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass
from Me: but if not, Thy will be done." "It
behoved Christ to suffer" persecution, that
He might show you how to endure persecution.
Some of you are bereft. It is no random
remark, because there is hardly a family
here that has not passed under the shadow.
You have been bereft. Your house is a
different place from what it used to be. The
same furniture, the same books, the same
pictures, but there has bsen a voice hushed
there. The face that used to light np the
whole dwelling has vanisheJ. Tho pattering of the other feet does not break up
the loneliness. The wave has gone over your
soul, and you have sometimes thought what
you would tell him when he comes back;
but then the thought has flashed upon you,
he will never come back.
Ah I my brother, my sister, Christ has
sounded all that depth, Jesus of the bereft
soul is here to-lay. Behold Him I He
knows what it is to weep at the tomb. II
teems to me as if all the storms of tbe world's
sorrow were compressed into one sob, and
that sob were uttered in two worda, "Jesus
wept."
I ataai my sermon with a doxology:
"Blessing and glory and honor an 1 now er be
unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and
unto the Lamb, forever. Amen and amen I"
BLOODY FIGHTINQ.
Abou* 500 Men Killei| in a South
American Revolution.
The city ot Bolivar, Vecesuela, ha*
fallen into the hands of legalistas after a
desperate and bloody beetle. The legalistas,
some 4000 men strong, were under command
of Generals Hernandes aad Gil.
They appeared before the city early in the
morning and demanded of the commander
of the Government forces that he surrender.
Tbe reply was a prompt refusal.
This precipitated the engagement. Hernandes and Gil at the head ot their forces
advanced on the position of the Government troops and attacked in the face of a
murderous fire. The attack was made with
desperate courage, and wa* resisted with
equal vigor.
For a time the decision was in the bal
anoe, but numbers told at last, and th* governmental* gave back slowly, contesting
every bach ot the ground.
I* was not until Generals Carrers. A cost*
and Laudalta had been killed at tne head
of their troops that the governmental* broke
and retired from the field in much disorder,
leaving on the field nearly five hundred men
dead.
The legalistas, while they lost no general
officer*, suffered fully a* much as the governmental*, losing almost five hundred men.
INDEMNITY DEMANDED.
The State Deportment Asks Nicara
gna to Pay 935.O00.
The Government of Nicaragua, Central
America, has been asked by Secretary of
State Foster to pay 125,000 indemnity for
ill-treatment of Dr. Mysr, aa American citi-
Ban. Dr. Myer went to Nicaragua four
months ago to make explorations. A report was circulated that he was a oonapirjt-
tor, and one night he was told to choose between death and leaving the country. He
choose the latter. Hs was not allowed to
depart in his own way, but wa* arrested and
sent to the coast in a oar with seven Nlcara-
gnaa political exiles.
While the Doctor was ia Nicaragua all
his letters were opened by the uovernment.
They included one from United States Minister Shannon under the United State*
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VOL. XV.
THE TWO VILLAGES.
' Over the river, on the hill,
* Lieth a village white and still;
All around it the forest trees
Shiver and whisper in the breeze;
' Over it sailing shadows go
•Of soaring hawk and screaming crow,
•■ And mountain grasses, low and sweet,
Grow in the middle of the street.
Over the river, under the hill.
Another village lieth still:
There I see in the cloudy night
Twinkling stars of household light.
Fires tbat gie&m from the smithy's door;
Mists tbat curl on the river shore;
And in tbe road no grasses grow.
For the wheels that hasten to and f ro.
In that village on the bill,
' Never is sound of smithy or mill;
The bouses are thatched with grass and
flowers.
Never a clock to toll the hours.
The marble doors are always shut,
You cannot enter in door or hut;
All the villagers He asleep;
Neither a grain to sow or reap;
Never in dreams to moan or sigh,
Silent and idle and low they lie.
In tbat village under the hill.
When ths night is starry and still,
Many a weary soul in prayer
Looks to the other village there.
And, weeping and sighing, longs to go
Up to that heme from this below;
Longs to sleep in the forest wild,
Whither have vanished wife and child.
And heareth, praying, this answer fall:
"Patience! that village shall hold ye all I"
—Rose Terry Cooke.
THE WOMAN IN BLACK,
KutztownJ Patriot,
■' DEVOTED TO THE !XfiB$im OF THE OOaflKnnTYT
OF THE OOMMUHITY.
$1.50 PES YEAH.
BY FREDERIC P. FOTTEB.
RAVELING recent-
W ]| ily from Chicago to
New York, I found
>- in the morning, upon
crawling out of my
beith, that the train
was standing stock
still. The porter
told me tbat it had
been standing thus for an hour and a
half, -while I had been sleeping the
sleep of the just.
"Freight train done wopsed up on de
track ahead," said tbe porter." "I
reckon we don' get out o' here under
anudder hour or two."
I dressed and peeped out, aud saw we
were alongside the platform of a country
station. I took a good breakfast in the
dining car, and then went out to stroll
up snd down the platform.
Presently I -went to the locomotive
and stopped to admire it. There is nothing much better to look at, for that
matter, than the locomotive of one of
these through express trains on the great
trunk lines. How it throbs as it stands,
straining with penttip power, as if impatient to leap away at fearful speed I
This one was hissing fiercely, while
the measured thud of the air purnp
sounded as if it might be the regular
breathing of a sleeping giant.
In the cab sat the engineer alone,
waiting. I stopped and gossiped with
him a moment about the engine. Then
I offered him a cigar, which he took
with thanks and asked me to come in.
I swung myself into his cab.
The engineer—a bright, pleasant -faced
man about forty years old—explained to
me the uses of the numerous valves aad
levers about him. They were all as
bright and shining as polish could make
them, for an engineer is as proud of his
engine as any housewife is of the neatness of her dwelling. I glanced at the
two shining steam-gages with the clock
between them, and then I noticed what
seemed to be an ordinary white moth,
mounted in a gilt frame, hanging against
the wall of the cab.
"Is that for ornament?'1 I asked,
pointing st the moth.
The engineer smiled. "Well, partly
for ornament," he said, "but a good
deal more for sentiment. I put that
moth there because it saved my life, and
the lives of two hundred and fifty people
as well."
"How in the world could an insect
save human lives?" I asked.
"Well, I'll tell you, if you want to
bear the story. I reckon there's time
enough before we're able to get out of
this."
I settled myself in the absent fireman's
seat, and prepared to listen.
"It wasn't such a long time ago," said
the engineer; "only" a year sgo last
spring, I was running this rery train,
and this rery engine—old 449. My fireman was Jim Meade—same fellow I've
got now. You can see him over there,
leaning up against the telegraph office.
"Jim's a good boy, but he is very
superstitious; believes in ghosts, dreams
snd warnings. I tised to laugh at his
fancies, but I don't make as much fun of
him as I did—aot since we saw the Woman in Black.
"We were scheduled to leave M—
about one o'clock in the morning, snd
to arrive in 8— at about six. On the
night when this thing took place a fearful storm ot wind and rain had been
raging since early evening, and was at
tha height of its fury when I started for
the round-house.
"It was about midnight, and the wind
seemed to sweep clear around and
through the building. It was terribly
dismal. Jim was there, end tbe engine
was all ready, so after getting my working clothes on, I ran the machine down
to the station. Our train, the Vestibule
Lin- te i, was aa hour late. I gave the
sag t e a thorough oiling, snd made sate
that ail was is order.
KUTZTOWN, BERKS CO., PA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 20, 1892.
NO. 957.
As we sat in the cab we could hear
the storm raging outside, while the rain
driven by the gust of wind, beat fiercely
against the windows.
" 'Ita going to be a ba d run, Frank,'
Jim said. -I wish we wew iQ 8_ Mfe
and sound."
"I laughed. 'What makes you so
terribly glum, Jim I' I asked.
" 'Oh,' said he, «I just feel creepy
somehow. Seems like there's somethin g
terrible going to happen. I can feel it
in my bones.'
"I laughed again. 'You got a little
wet coming over, I guess, Jim,' said I.
'And the sound of the wind isn't very
encouraging, that's a fact.'
"To tell the truth, I was a little nervous myself, notwithstanding my easy
way of treating Jim's notions.
'•Presently onr train came in, long
and heavy, consisting mainly of sleepers.
It used to make me nervous to know that
the lives of hundreds of my fellow-men
were in my keeping, but now I think
nothing of it. That night I was nervous. What if the frightful storm had
made a switchman careless, or if a rail
had been loosened by the settling of the
track somewhere? On these fast trains
a man must rely on the vigilance of the
employes; for in order to mtke schedule
time, he must run at such a speed that
often he cannot see a signal before he is
upon it.
"But I laughed at myself for my fears
as I backed down and coupled on to the
train. I nt the brakes and found everything in good order.
"By and by the little gong above my
head clanged sharply, and with a purl
and hiss of escaping steam we were off
into the night and storm, rattling ovf*
switches, past signal lights and betw ten
long lines of cars, till, with a roar and
rumble, we rushed over the long iron
bridge and away through the hills, waking their slumbering echoes with our
shrill whistle.
"Then I palled the throttle wide open,
and the clank and roar soon settled into
a hum, for old 449 was doing her best,
and we were making fifty miles an hour.
"The darkness was intense save where
the headlight, an electrical device, cast
its funnel of light into the gloom. Jim
had a hot fire, and kept steam up to a
high pressure, so that wc fairly flew on
past sleeping hamlets aad still farmhouses.
"At our first watering station I made
sure that all was working smoothly
while Jim inspected the headlight. The
operator handed out the orders, which
showed that the road was clear as far as
our next stopping place. On we went.
"Tbe darkness grew more intense, if
possible, while the wind shrieked by.
The rain became more blinding, till nothing could be distinguished in the gray
murk which enveloped us.
"Suddenly, through the mist and rain,
I saw, looming right before us, the gigantic figure of s woman wrapped In a long,
black mantle, which seemed to flutter in
the wind. She waved great spectral
arms about in swilt, twisting movements.
As I sat, looking in horror, the figure
vanished with a final wave of her arms.
"I was too much astonished and stupefied even to make a move of my hand
toward the throttle. At that moment
Jim had been bendiag over the fire. As
he looked up he exclaimed.
" 'Hullo, Frank, what's up? You look
as if you had seen a ghost.'
"I did not answer. My mind was too
full of that strange figure I had seen.
"We were now nearins Rock Creek,
where there is a trestle over a deep stream.
I felt more nervous jyhan ever.
"We dashed around the curve and
whirred by Rock Creek Station, which
is only a mile from the trestle. As we
passed I glanced at the steam gage for
aa instant.
"A cry from Jim caused me to turn
quickly toward him. He sst rigid, his
eyes large snd staring, his jaw dropped,
the very picture of terror.
"He pointed with a shaking finger out
into the darkness. I turned and looked,
and then I began to shake myself.
"There, on the track, was tho same
hideous figure of a woman, outlined on
the background of light from the engine, now motionless, now whirling in a
witch dance, but all the time motioning
us back.
" 'Prank,' gasped Jim, but scarcely
above a whisper, 'don't go over that
trestle! Don't go, for heaven's sake!
Don't go till you're sure it's safe.'
"I suppose I was pretty badly scared.
At any rate, I put on the air-brake for
all I was worth. I couldn't have resisted
the impulse to stop the train.
"As we came to a stop I could hesr
the roar of the water ia Bock Creek
right ahead. I stepped out of the cab,
and met tbe conductor coming up.
" 'What's the matter? What's the matter!' he asked, impatiently.
•«I felt decidedly fooHsh. There was
no gigantic woaMa to be seen now.
Nothing could be made out more than a
few feet away ia the blinding storm.
•••Well,' etid h 'we've -*80 something, I don* kw»w what it ia-nemed
like it was a great black ghost—that was
waviag its arms aad warning us not to
go forward.'
"The ootrdaotor looked at me curiously. -Are yea craay, Freakl" he said. -I
should think yoa ■*» Bot wV,t **
new the trestle we'll take a look at it.'
**We too* om h0mm P* ****
ahead, leaving Jim with the engine. He
looked scared all over. But I tell yoo
we hadn't gone five rods before we
stopped in horror.
"There at our feet lay a black chasm,
filled with the roar of the river, as
swollen with the spring rains it dashed
down toward the lake. The bridge waa
washed away 1
"Only a few splinters of wood and
twisted iron clung to the abutment,
while now, far out over the blackness,
that awful black figure of a woman
danced again on the thin air, relieved
against the shaft of light that the headlight threw.
"It was flinging its arms about as if
in wild glee.
"The conductor stared at the chasm
and then at me.
" 'Was that the thing you saw when
you stopped the train?' he asked.
" 'Yes.'
" 'Well, it's something more than
luck that saved us to-night, Frank.'
"We went back slowly to the train,
feeling very queer, and thankful, too, I
can assure you. Several of the passengers had come running forward by
this time. Among them was a young
fellow from Chicago, about eighteen
years old, who was smarter than the
whole of us. as it turned out.
"When this boy saw the Woman in
Black, he turned and looked at the
locomotive headlight. Then he ran up
toward it. I looked at it as he did so.
I saw a peculiar spot on the glass.
" 'There's your woman in black I' said
the Chicago boy.
"And there it was, sure enough—that
same moth miller that you see there iu
that frame. He was clinging to the inside of the glass. As I tapped on tbe
glass, the creature flew back and lighted
on the reflector.
"That's the whole story, sir. The
moth, by fluttering on the glass just in
front of the electric illuminator, had produced a great black shadow, like that of
a cloaked woman, on the darkness in
front of us; and when he flopped his
wings in his vain attempt to sail out
through the glass, he gave his mysterious shadow the look of waving its arms
wildly.
"Then when he flew back out of the
direct shine of the light, the figure disappeared, of course.
"We never anew just how he got in
there, but no doubt it happened when
Jim went to fix the light at the pumping station.
"Anyhow, he saved our lives by scaring us with thai Womsn in Black.
"So you see why I keep the moth in
the frame. It's to remind me of the
way we were saved that night. Yes, you
might call it accidental, but I call it
providential."
"All aboard," called the conductor of
the limited, coming out of the telegraph
office with a paper in his hand.
Jim, the fireman, ran and jumped into
the cab as I stepped down to go back to
my car.—Youth's Companion.
The Carbuncle is Rare and Precious.
One of the rarest and most precious
stones is the carbuncle, which is sometimes confounded with the ruby, from
which it differs by the intensity of its
fires, produced by au internal lustre of
gold, while under the purple of the ruby
there only appear dottings of azure or
lacquer. Ethiopia produced the most
precious ancient carbuncles. The Chaldeans regarded this stone as a powerful
talisman. Legend makes the eyes of
dragons out of carbuncle. Oarcias ab
Horto, physician of one of the Viceroys
of India, speaks of carbuncles which he
saw in the palace of that prince which
were so extraordinary in their brilliancy
that they seemed "Like red-hot coals in
the midst of darkness." Louis Verto-
man reports that the King of Pegu wore
an enormous one, which at night seemed
lighted up with sun beams. The virtues of the carbuncle are resistance to
fire, preservation of the eyes, promotion
of pleasant dreams, creation of happy
illusions and an antidote against impure
air.—Bostcn Transcript.
MALTA
Animals' Eyes Flag Trains.
"Yes, we have a good deal of experience with wild animals," remarked an
engineer, "but not so thrilling as that of
the engineers on Western roads when
the buffalo was common on the plains.
But there is enough still left of wild animal life to make it interesting. The
eyes of the wolf, coyote, wildcat, jack-
rabbit, polecat and other animals look
like a red light when facing the headlight.
Did not these animals quickly undeceive
us by turning their heads, an engineer
might think his train was being flagged
and step his engine. The wolf, wildcat and coyote are quick aad jump from
the track, but the jackrabbit is leas fortunate. The headlight has a strange fascination for this animal and often it is
killed."—Denver News.
Hs Feels the Gearing Stern.
There is a man in Springfield, Ohio,
named Burnett, who is said to feel the
approach of a storm some hoars before
it arrives. Recently just before a tornado struck the city, Burnett declared
that it was coming, and that it would ba
specially violent, doing considerable
damage. He claims to have predicted
many other storms.--New Orleans Picayune.
i. FAMOUS LITTLE ISLAND AND
ITS INTERESTING PEOPLE.
A Handsome and. Ingenious Race—
' A Mixejd Lantnage — Curious
Marriage and Funeral Customs—Knights of Malta.
F the average pupil of
the present school
generation should ba
asked for what products the little Island
of Malta is famed,
the answer would be
given without hesitancy, * 'Maltese cats,"
and at that point his
knowledge, or rather
his ignorance, would
cease. But there
is no lexicographer
^^^^^^ who could add to this
Dit of information. A search of the
records of the cat does not include more
.han a mere mention of the favorite blue
Malta. The annals of Malta tell us of
ihe Maltese dog, an originally wild type,
which still exists oa the island, but in a
iomesticated state. These were men- j
;ioned by ancient writers and were even
'ound in sculpture, but of the Maltese
■at not a word seems to have been mentioned by either old or modern writers.
The Knights of Malta readily occur to
as, and of these we find sufficient fame,
oequeathed in the quaint records of their
military and social prowess.
Another product comes to mind to familiarize Malta to us. The first Guipure
[ace ever made was manufactured on that
little island, and there was a time whea
Malta lace was highly prized, the patterns
being of classical form and the strong
round thread and open mesh something
that defied imitation. In 1863 a lady of
rank living on the island possessed aa {
ancient Greek quilt made of a peculiar
lace design. An old lace maker named
Madonna Ciglia copied it, and then, having perfected themselves in the art, tha
Ciglia family began the manufacture of
both black and white Guipure. The lace
makers of Auvergne hastened to copy it,
and made great fortunes out of the fine
Guipures originated at Malta. The
material used for the black Maltese lace
was the Barcelona silk, which is used ia
-jld her husband will be ia do-
in to ber, so this mischance is
jly avoided.
„__jir mourning customs are also full
Of interest, and most impressive. Women
of death, called Neuicha, hired for tbe
MALTESE WOMAN.
occasion, go about singing plaintive
dirges and chanting moral songs. They
wear long black cloaks and their faces
•re covered. There is much eating and
drinking combined with the mourning,
but it is all symbolical of the occasion.
Formerly all horses used by the deceased
were deprived of their tails. Mortuary
cakes were given to the friends with
boiled wheat, an ancient custom of the
Egyptians. A pillow of laurel and
orange leaves was interred in the grave
as an expiation for sin. A carpet was
also spread over the spot to prevent any
one from walking over it, a custom refined enough to be used by more cultivated people.
Like the Romans, the Maltese divide
their year into fortunate and unfortunate
days. The original people of the island
will never marry during the month of
May.
|* The capital of Malta, Valetta, was established in 1566 by John D. Valetta,
Grand Master of St. John of Jerusalem,
TALETTA, ISI.AKD OF MALTA.
Catalonia for the mantillas of the noble
Spanish senoritas. The illustration represents a rare piece of
Maltese lace, whicu
was worn upon the
ecclesiastical robe of
Iiugues Lonbeux de
Verdale.the Cardinal
and Grand Master of
the Knights of Malta,
who died in 1595.
The lace is copied
from a cast of his __^_^^_^^_
tomb, which mag- a Maltese tomb.
nificent monument to his memory is
erected in the Church of bt. Joha st
Malta. The arabesque pattern of the
Maltese lace fits it especially for sacred-
otal use.
Malta is at this time and tide in the
affairs of the world far from being a
barbarous island. But the story of the
New Testament recurs naturally to every
traveler who stops at the solid little
fortress of the se.i, with its limestone
walls and terraced shores where the
population is made up of Greek and
Gentile, Hebrew, Turk and Arab, and
the native fisherman, in his goatskin
dress, with sailors and soldiers from all
the ports coming and going. There is a
population of 154,892, exclusive of
British troops and their families; 24,000
are English and foreigners. It is said
that there is a daily attendance of
pupils at the different schools which
numbers some 3000. The arts and
trades are all well represented. Taere
are twenty-two villages for the use of
the artisans and their families. Much
native filagree jewel-work finds its way
to foreign markets.
The Maltese arc an industrious and
ingenious race. The men and women
are handsome, well-formed and with the
easy grace of carriage which belongs to
the Orientals. Tbe women have small
hands and feet, black eyes, only one of
which is visible, the other being hidden
under the folds of the faldetta, a mantle
they wear.
The Maltese language being a mixture
of all languages, cannot be defined. It
is full of metaphor, of rare old proverbs
and animated expressions. They are
dependent upon Italy for their literature,
their own being of the scantiest description.
Marriages in Malta are usually arranged between the young people by
parents. Tbe native customs are very
interesting, music, flowers and sweets
being prominent in the ceremonies. The
mothers of the contracting parties meet
to brew a concoction of anise-seed,
honey, and other aromatic plants, with
which they anoint the bride's lips to
make her discreet and submissive. Her
husband then presents her with a betrothal ring upon which two clasped
hands, signifying fidelity, are engraved,
and as large an assortment of other jewelry as his station ia life will allow, while
she bestows upon him a lace handkerchief, tied with ribbons, symbolical ot
purity and chastity. At the marriage
there is a general feasting and rejoicing.
Bells are rung, singers and street musicians announce the coming of the pair,
aad baskets of confectionery are
distributed among the crowd. The
ceremony lasts several hours.
As the young couple eater the
house on their return, attendants drop
grain and small coin upon their heads to
insure their being rich and fruitful. One
of tbe superstitions of the Maltese k tha
belief that if the bride fintstafaovar the
and until the island passed into the
hands of the British, it was under the
rule of the Knights of Malta, an organization as famous for its military and civic nils, as the successions of the order,
the Knights Templar, are for their devotion to peace and social success. Four
hundred of these chivalric men are buried on the island in tbe crypts of St.
John's Church. The Maltese cross, a
sacred emblem of the Knights Templar,
originated with them as a badge of
honor.
A peculiarity of Malta floriculture is
the poetic fact that the garden .oil of the
island is brought from Sicily. The
roses that grow in it are so fine as to
have deserved mention by Cicero. Those
famous roses are made into cushions for
use at garden fetes. The gardens themselves are hidden from the unfriendly
eye of strangers by terraces and high
walls of limestone, but their presence
can be perceived at a long distance by
the scent they give to the winds.
ceccrceeceeeo «_•_
,11^11^111^111^
MALTESE LACE.
Palms and cacti grow profusely,
oranges and other tropical fruits are
found there, and there are curious marine plants that are indigenous to that
shore which had the honor of giving
birth to Veuus. But the sirocco makes
life unbearable with its hot, stinging
breath, and the yellow cliffs whicn
merged into a pallid rosiness of color
when the sun goes down, afflict the traveler with ophthalmia, and St. Paul's
viper and greeen lizard hide in the flowers as they did in apostolic days. But
perhaps these are the very things that
attract the curious to the ''little military
hot-house," as Byron spitefully called it
in Napoleonic days.
Milking by Machlarry.
Numerous arrangements have been sug -
-rested for lessening^the labor of milking,
but the latest product of inventive genius
In this direction is shown in the accompanying illustration. The device was
shown in operation at the recent Agricultural Show held in England, where
it attracted considerable attention on account of its novel features.
In this machine all four of the teats
are milked simultaneously by two pairs
of elastic and feathering roller segments,
having rocking, approaching and receding movements. The teats are squeezed
from the upper ends down to the bottom and while one pair of rollers approach each other, squeezing the teats
on the right side, the pair on the left
side recede.
The machine rests in a self-adjusting
frame, suspended on tbe cow, and is not
affected by any movements that may be
made by the animal during the milking.
The operator turns a handle situated at
arm's length from the right side of the
cow, and connected with the main shaft
by a flat link chain. The milk flows
through a funnel into the milk-can, and
the operator is thus able to see when the
cow is milked clean—tbat is, when no
more milk flows. It is claimed that the
machine will make milking a cleaner and
easier work, and, as it does not require
auy special training, aoy person will bo
able, after a little practice, to milk a
large" number of cows quicker and better
tban trained milkers by hani. From
RKV. DR. TAL.UAGE.
Elizabeth Wore aa Amulet.
Queen Elizabeth, during ber last ill >
ness, wore around her neck a charm made
of gold which had been bequeathed her
by an old woman in Wales who declare 1
that so long as the queen wore it she
would never be ill. The amulet, as was
generally the case, proved of no avail;
and Elizabeth, notwithstanding her faith
ia the charm, not only sickened, but
died. During the plague in London,
people wore amulets to keep off the dread
destroyer. Amulets of arsenic were worn
aaar the heart. Quills of quick aU*er
were hung around the neck, end also ihe
powder of toads.--Detroit Free Press.
A Jelly Palace for the World's Fair.
The women of California are going to
build a jelly palace at the fair—not a
shivering, unsteady structure like a uew
custard pie, but a solid building, with
sides of glasses full of jelly, says the
Chicago Times. These glasses will be
of transparent and of rainbow hues.
The building will be thirty-one feet
high, surmounted by a glass ball, two
feet, in diameter, full of jelly. The four
arched entrances will form a shrino
twelve feet square. The frame of ths
structure will be the lightest possible
steel. It will carry plate glass shelves
its entire height. On these shelves the
bottles containg jelly of every color will
be arranged. Some of them will be set
upright and others horizontally, accord-
Some bachelors ia Anderson, lad.,
have formed aa organisation called the
"Brotherhood , of United MaVtnntoaial
Seekers,"
The German aad Austrian Alpine
Society has erected 41t taverns ia the
mountains where attsdaati eaa board at
ndueed rates. • -
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S
DAY SERMON.
SUN-
Snbject: "Useful Suffering,"
Taxr: "it behoved Christ to suffer."—
Luke xxiv., 4r>.
There have been scholars who have ventured the assertion that the pains of our
Lord were unnecessary. Indeed it was a
shocking waste of tears and blood and agony, unless some great eni were to be
reached. If men can prove that no good result comes of it, then the character of Got
is impeached, and the universe must stand
abhorent aud denunciatory at the fact that
the Father allowed the butchery of His only
begotten Son.
We all admire the brave six hundred men
described by Tennyson as dashing into the
conflict when they knew they must die, and
knew at the same time that "some one had
blunder'd ;*■ but we are abhorrent of the man
who made tbe blunder and who caused the
sacrifice of those brave men for no use. But
I shall show you, if the Lord will help me,
this morning that for good reasons Christ
went through the torture. In other words,
"It behooved Christ to suffer."
In the first place, I remark that Christ's
lacerations were necessary, because man's
rescue was an impossibility except by the
payment of some great sacrifice. Outraged
law had thundered against iniquity. Man
must die unless a substitute can intercept
that death. Let Gabriel step forth. He refuses. Let Michael the archangel step forth.
He refuses. No Roman citizsn, no Athenian, no Corinthian, no reformer, no angel
volunteered. Christ then bared His heart to
the pang. He paid for our redemption in
tears and blood and wounded feet and
scourged shoulders and torn brow. "It is
rinma ■ Heaven and earth heard the snap of
practical experiment, cows appear to like
tbe process, and keep perfectly quiet
during the operation.—St. Louis Republic.
A f urions Funeral Custom iu Ciiile.
In this queer country, says a letter
from Valparaiso, Chile, there is a funny
side even to funerals. The other day a
sound of music attracted me to the window, and what do you think I saw?
A mahogany-hued peon (peasant), carrying on his head and outstretched hands
a plank about five feet long and on the
p'.ank a dead child. The little corpse
was that of a girl, apparently about lire
years old. It was attired in a short
frock of red calico, the legs encased in
coarse white hose; no shoes, tbe jet-
black hair smoothly braided and crowned
by a jaunty wreath of paper roses and
the cheeks horribly daubed with vermilion to simulate tbe hue of health.
The plank-bearer was closely followed
by two women, evidently the mother
and grandmother of the deceased, and 1
they walked with an air of conscious
importance, as becomes those who have
furnished otra angeleta ("another little
angel," as here a dead child is universally called), to swell the heavenly host.
Behind the women marched two men,
playing with might and main, one on a
fiddle, the other on a guitar, each intent
on a tune of his own regardless of the
other's performance: and the rear was
brought up by a dozen or more laugh
ing and chattering men, women and
children, most of whom gave indubitable
evidence of unwise generosity on
somebody's part in the way of ohicha,
the Chilean low-class intoxicant.
They were on the way to the Pantheno
to inter the "little angel" ever whom
they had been dancing and drinking for
several days, and which possibly had
beeu loaned once or twice in the raeau
time to friends who had not been so for
tunate as to have a corpse in the family.
Among the more degraded class of
Chileans it is the general custom to make
death an excuse for orgies wild and ridiculous, and the body, especially of a
child, is sometimes kept for festive purposes until it becomes offensive to people passing the house.
TBE .TELLT PALACE.
ing to the effects to be produeed. Iu
tbe decoration of this novel palace 2611
glasses, 2\ inches in diameter, will ot
tr-ed, 966 four inches in diameter, and
1048 of assorted sizes, making a total ol
1688.
The women estimate that this palace
will cost $2400, of which $1000 will be
for the steel frame.
Nearly every European prince and
pi inceling has a musical accouiplishment
of some sort,
done." ^
the prison bar. Sinai ceased to quake with
wrath the moment that Calvary began to
rock in crucifixion. Christ had suffered.
"Oh," says some man, "I don't like that
doctrine of suostitution; let every man
bear his ewn burdens, and weep his own
tears, and fight his own battles!" Why, my
brother, there is vicarious suffering all over
the world. Did not your parents suffer for
you? Do you not sometimes suffer tor your
children? Does not the patriot suffer for
his country? Did not Grace Darling suffer
for the drowning sailors? Vicarious suffering on all sides 1 But how insignificant compared with this scene of vicarious suffering 1
Was it for crimes that I hal dons
He groaned upon tho tree?
Amazing pay, «race unknown.
And love beyond degree.
Christ must suffer to pay the price of our
redemption.
But I remarK again, the sufferings of
Christ were necessary in order that the
world's sympathies might be aroused. Men
are won to tne right and good through their
sympathies. 1'he world must feel aright
before it can act aright. So the cross was
allowed to be lifted that the world's sympathies might be aroused. Men who have
been obdurated by the cruelties they have
enacted, tbe massacres they have inflicted,
by the horrors of .which' they have been
guilty, have become little children in the
presence of this dying Saviour.
What the swords could not do, what Juggernauts could not subdue, the wounded
hand of Christ has accomplished. There
are this moment millions ot people held under tbe spell of that one sacrifice. The hammers that struck the spikes into the cross
have broken the rocky heart of the world.
Nothing but the agonies ot a Saviour's death
turoe could rouse the world's sympathies.
I remark again, ''It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the strength and persistence of
the divine love might be demonstrated. Was
it the applause ot the world that induce 1
Christ on that crusade from Heaven? Why,
all the universe was at His feet. Could the
conquest of this insignificant planet have
paia Him for His career of pain if it had
been a mere matter ot applause? All the
honors ot heaven surging at His feet.
Would your queen give up her throne tbat
she might rute a miserable tribe in Africa?
Wouiu the Lord Jesus Christ on the throne
of the universe come down to our planet if
it were a mere matter of applause and acclamation?
Nor was it an expedition undertaken for
the accumulation of vast wealth. What
could all the harvests and the diamonds of
our little world do for Him whose are the
glories of infinitu le and eternity? Nor was
it an experiment—an attempt to show what
He could do with the hard hearted race. He
who wheels the stars in their courses and
holds the pillars of the universe on the tips
of His fingers neede 1 to make no experiment
to find what He could do. Ob, I will tell
you, my friends, what it was. It was undisguised, unlimited, all conquering, all consuming, infinite, eternal, omnipotent love
that opened the gdte, that started the
ster in the east, with finger of light
pointing down to the manager, that arrayed
the Christmas choir above Bethlehem, that
opened the stable door whore Christ was
born, that lifted Him on the crocs. Love
thirsty at the well. Love at the sick man's
couch. Love at the cripple's crutch. Love
sweating in the garden. Love dying on the
cross. Love wrapped in the grave. You
cannot mistake it. The blindest eye must
see it. The hardest heart must feel it. The
deafest ear must hear it. Parable and
miracle, wayside talk and seaside interview,
all the scenes of His life, all the sufferings of
His death, proving beyond controversy that
for our ingrate earth God has yearned with
stupendous and inextinguishable love.
But I remark again, "It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the nature of human guilt
might be demonstrated. There is not a com
mon sense man in the house to-day that will
not admit that the machinery ot society it
out ot gear, that the human mind and the
human heart are disorganised, that some
thing ought to be done right away for fts re
pair and readjustment. But the height and
depth and length and breadth and hate aad
recklessness and infernal energy of the
human heart for sin would not have been
demonstrated if against the holy and innocent one ef the cross it bad not been hurled
in one bolt of fire.
Christ was not the first man that had been
put to death. There had been many before
Him put to death, but they had their whims,
the r follies, their tins, their inconsistencies.
But when the mob outside of Jerusalem
howled at the Son of God it was hate against
goodness, it wa. blasphemy against virtue,
it was earth against heaven. What waa it
in that innocent and loving face of Christ
that excited the vituperation and the contumely and scorn of men? It He had bantered them to come on, if He had laughed
them into derision, if He had denounced
them as the vagabonds that they were, we
could understand their ferocity, but it was
against inoffensiveness that they brandished
tbeir spears, and shook their fists, and ground
their taeth, and howled and scoffed and
jeered and mocked.
What evil had He done? Whose eyesight
had He put out? None; but He frjvea vision
to the blind. Whose child had Ha slain?
None; but He restored the dead damsel to
her mother. What law had He broken?
None; but He had inculcated obedience to
government. What fool plot bad He enacted against the happiness of the race?
None; He had come to save a world. Ths
only cruelty He ever enacted waa to heal the
sick. The only ostentation He aver displayed waa to sit with publicans aad sinners
and wash the disciples' feet.
The only selfishness He ever exhibited
was to give His life for HI* enemies. And
yet all the wrath of tbe world surged
against Bis holy heart, Hear the redact
scorn of the world hissing in the pootsof
a t aviour's blood i And standing there today let us see what an unreasonable, loathsome, hateful, blasting, damning thing is
the iniquity of the human heart. Unloosed,
what will not sin do? It will seats aay
height, it will fathom the very depth of hell,
it will revel la all lascivic^sness. There is
no blasphemy it will not attar, there are no
cruelties on which it will not gorge itself. It
will wallow in filth, it will breathe the air of
charnelhonses of corruption aad call the-n
aroma, it will quaff the blood of immortal
souls aad call it nectar.
When sin murdered Christ on the cross it
showed what it would do with the Lord God
Almighty if It could nt at Him. Ths
prophet had declared—I think it was Jeremiah—had declared centuries before the
truth, bat not until sin shot oat its forked
tongue at the crucifix and tossed Its sUna
into the seal of e -awartyrsd Jesus was it it
lustra ted, that "the heart is deceitful above
all things, add desperately srioked."
Again, "It behoved Christ to su ffer,"
that our affections might be excited Christ-
ward. Why, sirs, the behavior of our Lord
has stirred tbe affections of all those who
have ever heard of It. It has been the art
galleries of the world with such pictures aa
Uhirlandaio's "Worship of the Magi," Giotto's "Baptism of Christ," Holmaa Hunt's
"Christ in the Temple," Tintorec's "Agonv
in the Garden," Angelo's *'Crucifixion,"
aad it has called out Handel's Messiah," and
rung sweetest chimes in Young's "Night
Thoughts," and filled the psalmody of the
world with the penitential notes ot sorrow
and the bosannas of Christian triumph.
Show me any other king who has so
many suojects. wnat is the most potent
name to-day in the United States, in France,
in England, in Scotland, in Ireland? Jesus.
Other kings have had many subjects, but
where is the king who has so many admiring subjects as Christ? Show me a regiment of a thousand men in their army and
I will show you a battalion of ten thousand
men in Christ's army.
Show me tn historv where one man ii««
given ms property and his life tor any one
else, aud 1 will show you in history hundreds and thousands ot men who have cheerfully died that Christ might reign. Aye,
there are a hundred men in this house who,
if need were, would step out and die for
Jesus. Their faith may now seem to be
faint, and sometimes they may be inconsistent, but let the fires of martyrdom be kindled, throw them into tbe pit, cover them
with poisonous serpents, pound them, flail
them, crush them, and 1 will tell you what
their last cry would be, "Come, Lord Jesus,
come quickly!"
Ob, yesl the Lord Jesus has won the affections ot many ot us. There are some of ui
who can say this morning, "Lord Jesus, my
light and my song; my hope for time, my
expectation for eternity." Altogether lovely
Thou art. My soul is ravished with the
vision. Thou art mine. Come let me clasp
Thee, Come life, come death, com* scorn
and pain, come wtiiriwrart' aua darkness.
Lord Jesus. I cannot give Thee up. I have
heard Thy voice. 1 have seen Tby bleeding
side. Lord Jesus, if I had some garland
plucked from heavenly gardens I would
wreath it for Thy brow. It I bad some
fern worthy ot the place I would set it in
'by crown. If I had seraphic barp I would
strike it in Thy praise. But I come lost and
ruined and undone to throw myself at Thy
feet.
Mo pries I bring:
Simply to Thy cross I cling.
Thou knowest all things. Thou knowest
that I love Thee.
But I remark again, "It behoved Christ to
suffer," that the world mi-rht learn how to
suffer. Sometimes people sufTer beciu-w
they cannot help themselves, but Christ had
in His hands all tha weapon l to punish HW
enemies, and yet in quie-iueiica H* en tui'-vl
all outrage. He might h^ve burled tho
rocks of Goleotha u-x>a Hit pursuers; H'i
might have cleft thi ea.-ch until H* swallowed up His assailants; Ha might hav.»
called in reinforcement or taken any thunderbolt from the armory of G k1 Omnipotent
and hurlei it seething and fiery among His
foes, but He answer* t not again.
Oh, my hearers! bas there ever been in
the history of the world such an exa nple of
enduring patience as we find in th9 cross?
Some of you suffer physical distresses, sane
of you have lifeloug ailments and th-y make
vou fretful. Sonetim?s you think that Gid
bas given you a cup too de?p and toi brimming. Sometimes you see thi world laughing and romping on the highways of life.
and you look out of the win tow while seated
in invalid's chair.
I want to show you this morning one who
had worse pains in the hea I titan you have
ever had, whose back was scourg.nl, who
was wounded in the hands an 1 wounded in
the feet, and suffered all over; and I want
that example to make you more enduring in
your suffering, and to make you say,
"Father, not My will but Thine be done."
You never have had any bodily pain, anil
you will never have any b idily pain that
equaled Christ's torture. "It behoved Christ
to suffer," that He might show you how
physically to suffer.
Some of you are persecuted. There are
those who hate you. They criticise you.
They wouid be glad to see you stumble and
fall. They have done unaccountable meannesses toward you. Sometimes you feel
angry. You feel ss if you would like to retort. Stop! Look at the ciosedlips, look at
the still hand, look at the beautiful demeanor
of your Lord. Struck, not striking back:
again. Ob, if you could only appreciate
what He endured in the way ot persecution
you never would complain of persecution.
The words of Christ would be your words,
"Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass
from Me: but if not, Thy will be done." "It
behoved Christ to suffer" persecution, that
He might show you how to endure persecution.
Some of you are bereft. It is no random
remark, because there is hardly a family
here that has not passed under the shadow.
You have been bereft. Your house is a
different place from what it used to be. The
same furniture, the same books, the same
pictures, but there has bsen a voice hushed
there. The face that used to light np the
whole dwelling has vanisheJ. Tho pattering of the other feet does not break up
the loneliness. The wave has gone over your
soul, and you have sometimes thought what
you would tell him when he comes back;
but then the thought has flashed upon you,
he will never come back.
Ah I my brother, my sister, Christ has
sounded all that depth, Jesus of the bereft
soul is here to-lay. Behold Him I He
knows what it is to weep at the tomb. II
teems to me as if all the storms of tbe world's
sorrow were compressed into one sob, and
that sob were uttered in two worda, "Jesus
wept."
I ataai my sermon with a doxology:
"Blessing and glory and honor an 1 now er be
unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and
unto the Lamb, forever. Amen and amen I"
BLOODY FIGHTINQ.
Abou* 500 Men Killei| in a South
American Revolution.
The city ot Bolivar, Vecesuela, ha*
fallen into the hands of legalistas after a
desperate and bloody beetle. The legalistas,
some 4000 men strong, were under command
of Generals Hernandes aad Gil.
They appeared before the city early in the
morning and demanded of the commander
of the Government forces that he surrender.
Tbe reply was a prompt refusal.
This precipitated the engagement. Hernandes and Gil at the head ot their forces
advanced on the position of the Government troops and attacked in the face of a
murderous fire. The attack was made with
desperate courage, and wa* resisted with
equal vigor.
For a time the decision was in the bal
anoe, but numbers told at last, and th* governmental* gave back slowly, contesting
every bach ot the ground.
I* was not until Generals Carrers. A cost*
and Laudalta had been killed at tne head
of their troops that the governmental* broke
and retired from the field in much disorder,
leaving on the field nearly five hundred men
dead.
The legalistas, while they lost no general
officer*, suffered fully a* much as the governmental*, losing almost five hundred men.
INDEMNITY DEMANDED.
The State Deportment Asks Nicara
gna to Pay 935.O00.
The Government of Nicaragua, Central
America, has been asked by Secretary of
State Foster to pay 125,000 indemnity for
ill-treatment of Dr. Mysr, aa American citi-
Ban. Dr. Myer went to Nicaragua four
months ago to make explorations. A report was circulated that he was a oonapirjt-
tor, and one night he was told to choose between death and leaving the country. He
choose the latter. Hs was not allowed to
depart in his own way, but wa* arrested and
sent to the coast in a oar with seven Nlcara-
gnaa political exiles.
While the Doctor was ia Nicaragua all
his letters were opened by the uovernment.
They included one from United States Minister Shannon under the United State*
enaL
People intend to da tbeir best,butt
•omebow they do nothing during the
day tbey can think of without regret
when tbey are alone at night*